Of Sorrow Or Of Regret

Of Sorrow Or Of Regret All moisture evaporated As a spicy reaction invades his throat This sting, an odd sensation of bitterness The discomforting feeling of downing saliva His throat, for water dearly begs A shocking realisation of truth For what, only he knows Blinding mists of dark shades His sight blocks This sudden darkening of day It's gloomy Silent tears, in steady pace gather And sparkled like water under a fading moon Casting a dim ray of emotion into the gloom Alas! The fountains have been busted And there is flow. Flow they did Like rainfall from the clouds How terrible, how tragic this news Wail he did, yell he did His lips he bit, his hair he pulled The promise to pay a visit Still locked away with dust This dress in a hastily wrapped parcel “Deferred?” “Attending a party with colleagues Next weekend; I promise mom! Have an important job appointment Next month; I will make it up to you!” Into the busy world, absorbed you are Oblivious of the flight imminent How does it feel to know? You can’t make it up to her now Why do you cry? Of sorrow or of regret? By: Jeffrey Febi

12 June 2009